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Hi there.You’re looking lovely.You’ve always been kinda lovely. From the moment I held you.From the moment I touched you.And now look at you- a grown-ass womanWith toes that curl at odd angles when you’re cuddled in bed orimagining a beautiful moment,with muscular calves that make you run toward the good and away from the things that crack at your heels.With thighs and stomach complete with bruises, scratches, and stretch marks,battle scars,memories. What a full life you’ve been through.With fine lines over your hips.Notches in your skin. Healed over. The bad days will, too. With an ass that causes heart attacks. With two perky and modest breasts upon your chest that are simply delightful.Hold them high. With collarbones painted on soft, clear skin that are grazed upon as you think. Crazy curls. So unique, begging to be tousled and tangled and throwninto the air like gleaming confetti. With a brain and heart that try to keep the other sane,and therefore make you a socially awkward, addictively curious, thoughtful, intelligent, hopeless romantic- your heart may be cracked from too much love. And damn straight that’s gorgeous.And that face.Those eyes. Those crescent chocolate diamonds that twinkle when you smile or are in love. That flood when you cry.And that straight-as-an-arrow nose that scrunches when you’re confused or giggling.Lips smooth and constantly dancing with straight rows of white rockettes. And your booming, squealing laugh. How beautiful.How beautiful.

Written by Dominique Paredes-RuppSophomore studying International Affairs, minoring in Psychology at The George Washington University